"Hey...hey are you okay?"
Kren heard the voice as though it were far away, at the end of a tunnel. A sharp thump on his chest made him sit up in alarm, and he let out a scream as pain shot through his arms again. He let himself fall back to the ground, his brain moving in slow-motion. He could feel the ground beneath him. It was cold and rough. His hearing was fading, his vision blurred. He could barely hear the younger voice, metallic and echoing.
"Brother, what did you do? He's hurt! Look at his arms!"
Kren tried to speak. Who were these people? What was wrong with his arms? Apparently his voice was halfway working, because he sensed one of the two kneeling closer to him. It was the older one.
"What's that? See Al, he's okay, he's talking."
"Brother...you shouldn't have hit him. Why'd you do that, Ed? He's going to die."
Kren's mind was whirling. Ed, and Al? Edward and Alphonse Elric? He couldn't grasp the concept of being with his idols. They were dead. Or gone away, or...something. What had happened? He'd gone after the dog and...
"Hey Al...don't overreact, but I think there might be something wrong with this guy."
"Brother, you're just now realizing this?!? C'mon, we've gotta get him to a doctor."
Kren faintly heard the sound of armor as Alphonse knelt down to examine his wounds.
"This is strange brother...like he used some kind of Alchemy to do this...I can't tell what this is, let's take him to the hospital."
Kren felt himself lifting off the ground, and the clanking of armor walking , carrying him, down the street. Through all the pain and confusion, he managed to speak.
"What...what's your name?"
The older voice responded, but floated up to his ears, like the speaker was down below him.
"Edward. Edward Elric."